The small carriage was old and dirty, with a few bamboo poles pulling up a yellowed and black canvas as a roof. The carriage kept making rattling sounds as it moved forward. Even the cart was not pulled by a horse, but by a thin old donkey.
The driver of the "old donkey cart" was an old man who was so old that he couldn't even hear his voice clearly.
"Little sister, you just said, where are you going?" The old man coughed repeatedly. Just now he pointed hard at the golden and dazzling river outside the car - Tongtian River, and repeatedly told Wei Jing and Bei Xiaolu about the beautiful scenery of the river. , there are various customs around, some are old stories, but most of them are stories about the old man when he was young.
Wei Jing held Ah Xi in his arms and played with the dog hair on its back absently. Bei Xiaolu was very interested in the old man's story. He asked questions from time to time and sang along with the old coachman.
"Silly grandpa, I have told you more than seventy times! I want to cross the river by boat. Just follow the river and find a ferry to drop me off!"
"Where did you just talk?" the old coachman coughed a few times, coughed up thick phlegm, turned his head and spit it out, asked.
"You said that one of the two sons of the great hero Li Chuangtian has extraordinary martial arts skills and is invincible." Bei Xiaolu replied.
"That's right! That's right, it's Li Yue, the second son of Master Chuang Tian. This kid is really powerful. He's as strong as a big wild bear in the mountains, and he's very powerful.
That day, a big yellow cow appeared on the street. The big yellow cow was well-fed and lively and strong. It charged wildly in the street and caused an uproar! At that time, Li Yue went to the street with the crowd, and happened to encounter this scene. The big scalper hit him. Several of his followers drew their swords to fight, but Li Yue rushed forward and stretched out his hand to twist the big scalper. Neck, shoulders pressed against its neck.
The big ox went crazy and tried to charge hard, but couldn't break free. Li Yue's feet seemed to have roots, like a big rock blocking the big ox. The big ox twisted for a while, and with a click, Li Yue's arms were strangled by the neck bones! "
"It's amazing, it's wonderful. It's like you saw it with your own eyes." Wei Jing yawned.
"It turned out that I saw it with my own eyes! That big yellow ox was raised by me." The old coachman smiled from ear to ear and continued: "I took Dahuang to sell to the butcher. Dahuang probably knew that he wanted to After being slaughtered, he was making a mess, but he met the great hero Li Yue."
Wei Jing asked disapprovingly: "He broke into Tianmen and acted like a hero and killed your cow. Do you still think he is a great hero?"
"You can't say that. If it hadn't been for Li Yue, there were so many people on the street and there were many children. If he were just hit, someone would have been killed."
The old coachman shook his head and said: "The rhubarb was going to be sold. I raised it strong and good, and let the butcher slaughter it, but it might have suffered more in vain. Li Yue broke its neck with one strike, and it died. It was a pleasure. Moreover, when he found out that I was the owner of the scalper, he not only didn’t blame me for not leading the cow well, but also compensated me a sum of money. Sold to a butcher, I added, subtracted and subtracted but still made a fortune. It wasn’t bad to break into Tianmen, at least it wasn’t bad back then...
Speaking of those days, I was much more handsome than you. At that time, Gillian and I were on a piece of grass by the Tongtian River..."
"Wait! Wait!" Wei Jing quickly interrupted the old coachman, knowing that he was about to turn the topic to the Tongtian River turf. He and his lover looked at the river under the moon, and saw the past of their son. This paragraph The old coachman has said it three times.
"In this way, Li Yue is actually a good person. The reason why he went to Tianmen to fall into ruin should be because of Li Chuangtian's grandson." Wei Jing rambled.
"The grandson of Master Chuang Tian, who is that?" the old coachman thought, tilting his head.
"Li Chuangtian's grandson is Li Mi, who is currently the head of Chuangtianmen. However, Chuangtianmen had already fallen into depravity at the time of Li Mi's father, Li Sheng!" Bei Xiaolu interrupted and said eloquently: "Li Sheng is Li Chuang. Tian’s eldest son and Li Yue’s brother.”
Wei Jing rolled his eyes at Bei Xiaolu: "From your tone, it sounds like you are very familiar with Li Chuangtian."
Bei Xiaolu replied: "I'm not familiar with Li Chuangtian, but my grandfather is quite familiar with him. Boy, I'm sorry you haven't heard of my grandfather's name. A poor boy from the countryside, when you hear people talking about these big shots, do you feel like you've heard of them?" Story, right?”
"Your grandfather's name is Bei Lu. You, a female monkey, can learn to speak like a human. Can you speak human language instead of monkey language? Aren't country children human? You want to be insulted like this?" Wei Jing shouted loudly. Answered.
"My grandpa is famous. It's not surprising that you have heard of it." Bei Xiaolu was not to be outdone: "Country children are of course human beings. You are a country monkey. Only the most uncultured monkey can break my keel whip. You want to How to compensate me?"
The two of them were arguing, and they were arguing about Wei Jing using an eight-hand knife to cut off Bei Xiaolu's keel whip when he was hiding in a dark alley and chasing the Tianlong and Dihu gang that night.
Wei Jing had already gone to the lake underground to chat with Lao Xu and Shui for a long time. He took the opportunity to inquire about Bei Xiaolu's background and also learned a little about Feixue Villa's past deeds.
Feixue Villa is the territory of the great snitch Beilu. It is located on an isolated island called "Zuisheng Island" in the middle of Yunhu Lake in the Tongtian River. Back then, Bei Lu was a bold and heroic thief who loved to steal treasures from the homes of corrupt officials. Therefore, among the people, Feixue Villa had a good reputation and could be regarded as a righteous thief. Bei Lu and Li Chuangtian had a good friendship. When they fought against the bandits, they stole many of the bandits' heads.
Beilu has been dead for many years. The current head of Feixue Villa is Beilu's wife. Everyone doesn't know her name. A few decades ago, they just called her Mrs. Bei. Now, decades later, everyone calls her Mrs. Beilu. She is an old lady.
No one knows where this old lady Bei comes from. All they know is that she has defended Feixue Villa for more than ten years with her unique skills of flying knives passed down from Bei Lu.
A few years before Beilu left, there were still some ignorant thieves who believed that Feixue Villa contained many valuables stolen by Beilu. These little thieves broke into Zuisheng Island and either robbed them openly or robbed them. It was a secret robbery, but in the end they couldn't get a single penny, and most of them escaped from Feixue Villa with their hands and feet broken.
Some profiteers who had suffered losses from Beilu colluded with the government to attack Zuisheng Island in the name of catching bandits. As a result, eight official ships came out of the river bank and found that the bottoms of the ships were all dug with holes. Then that night several A lock of hair was stolen from each of the profiteers and hung in front of the other profiteers' beds. A red note was also posted with black words on it: "This is a lock of hair from Mr. So-and-so. Guess, there will be a next time." , take a closer look when you get up, whose head was stolen?"
After the theft incident, no one, whether it was the government or ordinary thieves, dared to take advantage of Feixue Villa. However, in the past ten years, Feixue Villa had almost done nothing and was gradually forgotten.
The old woman who shot away the Tianlong Dihu Gang with a flying knife that night was Mrs. Bei, Bei Xiaolu's grandmother.
"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel. If you call him monkey, he will also call you monkey. The two little monkeys listen to me, grandpa!" The old coachman ignored the quarrel between the two and just told him the sweet past with his lover. He told it once and kept laughing.
"By the way, two little monkeys, where are you going?" The old coachman finally finished speaking, suddenly startled, and asked again.
"We're already here. Grandpa, please pull over." Wei Jing saw the river bank in front of him and the entrances of large and small ferries. There was an endless stream of passengers crossing the river.
It was dusk at this time, and the Tongtian River was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun. The river was full of golden color. Looking ahead along the river embankment, the shining golden river really seemed to go straight to the sky.
Wei Jing hugged Ah Xi and got out of the car. Bei Xiaolu paid the full fare. Seeing that the old coachman was a little confused, he warned him: "Turn around and go back to the original road from the street. Don't go on the side streets. If you don't know the way, you can ask someone, but don't Lost your way!"
The old coachman nodded, turned the donkey's head, watched the sunset, and hummed a tune.
Wei Jing looked at the back of the old donkey cart driving away, and suddenly felt sympathy for the old cart driver. During the ride, he heard that his lover had been dead for many years, and he did not remarry, but just remembered her day and night. So many years passed by.
Wei Jing looked at the river bank. The sky and water formed a bright golden sea, which made him close his eyes slightly. He only felt that this scenery was beautiful, but it was always missing the taste of enjoying it alone. If he could sit on the river bank with Sister Yu Xue It would be nice to watch them together on the grass. When you look at the moon at night, you might even be like an old coachman...
